[A Song of Ice and Fire] Roga

"Old Bear used to say, 'What we love is what we end up ruining'." Jon said, "It's not that serious. I think what we love is what we will be troubled by."

"Then what do you do?" Roja asked.

"Keep haunting," Jon said, "but keep the oath."

The two walked through the martial arts field, and the snow fell heavily. "When the snow was more than 50 feet deep, it was inconvenient for us to walk on the ground. We had to go through underground tunnels. They were winding and winding, and the brothers called them "Tunnels". It's the 'worm way'. In summer, no one walks through these, only rats run rampant, and in winter, these passages are the only ones connecting all parts of Castle Black." Jon said with a icy breath.Snow fell in clusters on the hat of his cloak.

That day is coming, Rogar thought.The Stark family's motto "Winter is coming" reflects the cold reality here.

The army brought by Stannis and Rogar was dispatched and divided into several batches, each with three hundred guards and ten brothers in black, and stationed in Changchelou, Greyguard Castle, Shimenzhai, Icemark City and Deep Lake respectively. live.The remaining men guard Greenguard and Castle Black.

On the Great Wall, patrol teams are organized to inspect the city every day, three times a day.

In the early morning of this day, the horns on the Great Wall sounded for a long time, and the sentries around the wall stood still, turned their heads to look, and their breath was foggy.The trumpets receded, and people took up their spears, changed positions in silence, and listened attentively. The unbearable endless silence did not last long, and the second horn sounded again.

The wildlings came, but there were only two horses and two horses. The one with a beard called himself "Giant Buster" Tormund, and the other was Mance Rayder, the king of wildlings beyond the Wall.

Mance Rayder himself brought the men, and said they wanted peace.

Mance Rayder was of medium height, with long legs and a strong build, with broad shoulders and chest.He used to have long brown hair, but it's mostly gray now, and there are laugh lines at the corners of his mouth.His appearance is unremarkable, he is a middle-aged man who likes music.

When he came in the great hall was already in its place, Jon sitting in the middle, Cotter Pike, Denys Merister and Maester Aemon beside him; Rogar and Stannis and several Dragonstone men The knight sat on one side of the seat; on the other side were Duke Eddard and several northern nobles.

"Welcome, Lord Mance Rayder," Jon said, pointing to the red wine and oatmeal bread on the table, "Please use it slowly."

Mance Rayder smiled, refused to drink the wine, picked up a piece of bread and sniffed it, and said, "I'm not a grown-up. Lord Snow, I haven't seen you for a few days, how are you?" Tormund picked up The jug filled his own horn cup and drank by himself.

Jon nodded dismissively.

"You have brought your family all the way, and you must be aware of the current survival crisis, so let's not talk much, we can talk about the conditions of both parties." Jon cut straight to the point.

"Come a long way, indeed," Mance Rayder seemed not in a hurry, he looked reminiscent, "We passed through the Wind Sound Gorge, which is a long series of canyons worthy of the name, long and winding, sometimes surrounded by rolling mountains. The snowy mountains sometimes become a hidden channel where the sun cannot be seen. We also walked through the Frost Fang, the most cruel and merciless place the gods made. The wind shrieked like a razor in the cold night. The trees were few. There are not many; there are often layers of rock slices hanging above the path, and icicles hang on the edge, which look like snow-white wolf teeth from a distance..."

"...but you have not seen the beauty of the sun shining on the ice-covered waterfalls; Piper grass; and a natural stone bridge that has been eroded by wind, and there is nothing on both sides except the endless sky..."

Rogar turned to look at Jon, the corners of his mouth were tight and his expression was gloomy. Before he was captured, all the brothers of the scouting team died in that cold and cruel land. Jon told him.In the Gap of Wind, after the black-clothed brother Dai Liji, nicknamed "The Attendant", left alone to die for them, the last time Jon saw him was the back of his hands and feet straight up the mountain.

And Ibben and the Stone Serpent, their tiny figures vanishing into the immensity of the Frostfang.

Then Qhorin Halfhand, his death...

Rogar couldn't help but stared resentfully at the chattering Mance Rayder.

"This young master seems to be deeply touched by what I said." Mancered looked at Roga and said with a smile.

"You are presumptuous," Sir Andrew beside him said angrily, "This is His Majesty the King of our Seven Kingdoms"

"The free folk never kneel to the green lands," Mance said.

"Then take your sword and we'll fight outside." Sir Andrew stood up.

Mance Ray didn't move. "You won the duel, and I won't kneel," he said. "Neither will the men I bring. They are all free."

"Sir Andrew, sit down," Rogar ordered.

Rogar looked at Mance Rayder: "You have practiced a culture of plundering in your land, killing each other for a long time, that is your way of life. The threat of death is imminent, so you gather outside the Great Wall. If you choose to cross the Great Wall and come to this green land, we will wait and see which set of rules you must follow to adapt to the rest of your life."

"The little king is overthinking, and he is afraid that he will not live long," Mance said strangely.

Rhaego on top of the king's tower let out a long dragon cry.It flapped its wings and flew down to the courtyard. There were several cooked sheep roasted for it in the stable.Rhaego's appetite has always been good, and he has grown to nearly the size of a horse.The sound of it feasting came from downstairs.

Mance Rayder shut up knowingly.He gestured to Tormund who was next to him, and Tormund took out a huge black horn from the high pannier on his back.

Duke Ed stood up and looked at the horn in surprise.

"Yes," said Mance, "it is the Horn of Winter, which Joman blew to awaken the giants from the ground. I don't blow it, because witchcraft is a sword without a handle, and cannot be mastered."

"My people have shed enough blood. We now face the White Walkers. The days are getting shorter and the nights are getting colder, and they are getting stronger. They kill before they drive the dead. Giants Can't stand it, neither the Thenns nor the Glacier Tribe. If I blow the Horn of Winter, the Wall will fall, at least that's what the song says. Although my brother next to me thinks so"

Tormund chuckled.

Jon said: "Once the Wall falls, there will be nothing to stop the White Walkers."

Mance looked at Jon with bright eyes: "So, I came here with this sincerity. The little king is right. What we want is for you to open the city gate and let us pass. If you refuse, it will be in front of you." What I want is just an imitation horn, the real horn will be blown by the person I trust the most within three days."